Has there ever been more buildup for an athlete-turned-broadcaster? Everywhere you look, it is Tiki, Tiki, Tiki.

While The Memo hasn’t grown sick of you, a lot of our staff feels the hoopla has been excessive.

It is a bit fishy that news of your retirement just happened to leak out during the season, allowing you to spend the rest of the year negotiating for your next job. That did work out just a little too well, didn’t it?

But that’s in the past. The Memo of the Year is about looking forward.

After the Giants are eliminated from the playoffs, you are expected to announce that you are going to ABC/ESPN to work on, among other things, Good Morning America.

Overall, we think you will do well, but everyone involved must realize that once you remove your helmet and pads for good you are no longer graded on the Locker Room Curve.

Athletes say things that are only slightly insightful or funny and they receive high marks. It is one of the bonuses of being able to make tacklers miss. But that perk fades the first day you become a full-time newscaster.

While we are not sure you are going to make the needle move, you will arrive with some initial buzz, especially in these parts. That’s why you are pocketing such a sweet rookie contract (four years, $10 million).

Tiki, you are a very confident man, which probably is why you have been so successful. The Memo’s advice is to try to immediately lower, not raise, expectations, when you are officially introduced. Hopefully, it is not too late.